I just have half a mind to throttle the interloper
and bounce ass to the vaulted ceiling so
those in the eleven courtyards can see
the greasy smoke from Fire is Born's
torch burning palm nuts because I
sure as hell have marked a
turning point! I'm clearing
my forest for maize. I've
reached zenith of

artistic achievement.

I proudly
wear the death
mask, the glory and
the ruin, the saga in three
parts; the rise, the monumental
splendor and the

f
a
  l
   l

my incense
burner's ornate
lid is a tipi so I am
in ceremony, Fire is Born,
and perhaps Jupiter is aware,
my rodent carries a severed head
in a ritual bundle and up I climb the

feathered scaffold of elite polygamy

staving off
future invaders.

Hallelujah!

Copyright 6.14.2010 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist